#ship: winteriron

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Wet & (Emotionally) Messy

After a tough mission, James finds Tony's vulnerable side. CW: Mentions of death of a peripheral character, mentions of violent altercation, smut. Mostly just smut. Anal fingering & anal intercourse, M/M oral, dom/sub dynamic, bratty submissive. Prompts fulfilled; - 'Dom Big Dick Bucky Barnes', 'Teasing' and 'Wet & Messy' - Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); - "Don't Say That", "I'll Be Fine" and "Please Let Me In" - @tonystarkbingo (Mark VII); - 'A prepared to take the killing blow for B, but at the last second B takes it for A instead' - Post-@julybreakbingo. (Blackout! Check out the masterlist here!)

Check it out below, or on AO3 here. Boards at the end, Avengers divider from @firefly-in-darkness!

We sat quietly around the table, each poking morosely at our food with disinterest. The morning had been horrendous, and we were all licking our wounds, visibly affected by the absence of Tony from our gathering.

“Has anyone spoken to him?” Natasha asked, her voice uncharacteristically hushed and uncertain. A chorus of negative murmurs rippled around the table in response, and she grimaced, taking another bite of her salad. It was clear nobody wanted to offer – but the arrogant billionaire’s absence was unsettling, and I let out a sigh as I pushed myself back from the table.

“I’m on it.”

“Bucky-”

I waved a hand at Steve, cutting him off gently. “He’s going to be pretty pissed with himself. If he needs to punch something, I’m sure I can irritate him enough to make that happen.” I smiled wryly as my childhood friend hesitated before nodding, lowering his eyes once more, seemingly grateful to have the responsibility taken from him and not eager to fight for it.

“Stark?”

My knuckles rapped gently on the wood, and I paused to listen. There was no response, but my enhanced hearing picked up the distant drip of a shower and hitching breathing.

Oh…

Hesitating, I looked back down the hall, torn between interrupting to offer him comfort and simply walking away. The latter would be easier, but…

The handle turned readily under my metal fingers, the sound of his sobs coming clearer as I entered the lounge. I realised distantly that I’d never been in his quarters as I moved through the space, feeling like an unwanted intruder in a sacred area, footsteps light and nervous.

The bathroom door was ajar, and I approached wearily, wincing at the gasps and sniffles that were audible over the sound of running water. “Tony? Are you okay?” I knocked gently on the door, and earned a loud sniff in response, followed by him clearing his throat.

“Barnes? What the hell are you doing in my room? Get out!” His voice cracked at the end as he snapped, and I heard the sound of him scrabbling, followed by the door quickly slamming in my face, the latch snicking into place immediately after.

“Ton-”

“Fuck off, James.”

I rested my forehead on the wood with a soft sigh, one hand resting against the door. “Tony… Please. Let me in.” I spoke quietly, and his own voice was hushed when he replied.

“It’s all my fault.”

“That’s not true. You did everything you co-”

“I could have taken the shot from that blaster. The suit would have been fine. I would have been fine.” He sniffed again, and I winced sympathetically. “Why would she do that?”

We’d all seen it, watching helplessly as Tony moved in front of a young girl as a bolt of blue light shot toward them, the blast too fast for him to raise his glowing palms in response. He was right – the suit would have absorbed the shot without much more the superficial damage.

But the girl – barely out of teenagehood – had shoved the red-and-gold hero out of the way, his surprise making him stumble as the bolt seared a hole straight through her chest. He caught her before she hit the ground, but it was already too late, and a roar of rage blew through our comms as he fired blast after blast at the offending enemy, tearing them apart without mercy or hesitation.

“I don’t know,” I admitted softly, eyes closing as I recoiled at the memory. “I… I guess she didn’t think you’d survive it.”

“Even if that were true,” he countered, irritation leaking back into his tone, “why would be my life be worth more than hers? Why would she sacrifice herself for me?”

I opened my mouth to reply just as hotly, but then closed it slowly once the reality of his words sunk in. “…You don’t think you’re worth saving… Do you?”

I was met with only silence, my heart hammering nervously in my chest, until he cleared his throat. “I… I don’t think my life is more important than anyone else’s. Nobody should die for me.”

“Tony, you save hundreds, thousands of people regularly – not to mention how much you donate, and the charitable uses for your inventions. I hate to say it – truly – but you might actually have saved more people than any of the rest of us. I don’t think like it’s unreasonable that someone would-”

“I’m not worth it!” he snarled, and I heard him turn in his spot, hand colliding heavily with the wood. “She shouldn’t have died – not for me!”

Blinking in surprise, I drew back from the door, briefly stunned for words. “Don’t… Don’t say that, Tony. What she did sucks, but… She made a choice because she thought you were worth it. Do you want to discredit her memory by saying she was wrong?”

The silence stretched out for a few more moments, before another sniff sounded through the wood, accompanied by the sound of him sliding to the floor. “You can leave,” he monotoned. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why? Why do you care, Barnes? You don’t like me, I don’t like you. Can’t you just leave me alone?”

Inhaling sharply in a soft huff, I turned my back to the door, also lowering myself to the ground. “… You think I don’t like you?” I inquired quietly, stuck dumb by this revelation. “I like you fine. I just figured you still hated me – understandably - so I tend to stay out of your way.”

“I don’t hate you,” he answered softly, barely audible even to my sensitive hearing.

“You don’t?”

“No, James. I don’t.”

“… Then let me in. Please.”

I waited with bated breath for his response, uncertain and anxious, until I heard him move to his feet and slowly slide the latch on the door.

His face appeared through a narrow crack, blotchy and flushed from crying, and I grimaced sympathetically. “Tony…”

“Just don’t,” he muttered, pushing past me, a towel around his waist and his bare chest still glistening from the shower. “Like I said – I’ll be fine. Just… Leave me alone, Buck. Please.”

I reached out to grasp his wrist, pulling him to a halt. “No. I’m not going to let you sit here and mope by yourself; you’ll probably drink yourself to death in the process. You need to be around the team, Tony.”

He snorted, sitting on the bed, resting on his elbows on his knees. “No, I need to forget about it. You can either help with that, or leave me alone.”

I blinked in surprise as he reached for a bottle of whisky, pouring himself a cut glass half full without looking at me. “… How can I help?”

He paused, his eyes on the amber liquid in the tumbler between his fingers. “I intended to call in some… Services. You can save me the money, if you like.”

With a raised eyebrow, I half-stepped back, stunned to silence for a moment as my mouth went dry. “I… I, uh…”

He flushed minutely, taking a long swig from his drink before responding. “I’m teasing you, Barnes. Calm down. I’m sure I can find a different pretty boy who’s willing to suck my cock.”

I snorted, shaking my head light-heartedly. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone, Stark. I make others kneel.”

… Did he just call me a pretty boy?

His eyebrow twitched, lips pressing together minutely. “I… Am sure that could be arranged.”

Another owlish blink, and my gaze skirted his jawline, the hairpin curve of his lip and the enticing hollow of his throat. It wasn’t as if I hadn���t thought of it – had dreams of those burnt sienna eyes wide and intoxicated as I claimed his mouth, metal fingers possessively tangled in mahogany hair – but it’d never been more than a briefly passing fantasy, something borne in the haze of the half-awake and blood flooding to my arousal as I stirred. “I-”

“Look, I have needs right now, Barnes. You want to help? Fine; that’s how you help. So get your pants off, or get out.”

My throat turned dry, but I took a step forward, then another, my confidence growing as the metres between us passed until his knees were pressed to my legs and my cocky smile reserved for these moments firmly in place. “Was that an order, Stark?” My fingers wrapped around his glass, taking it gently from his hand, and when he didn’t object, my free palm found his chest and pushed him onto his back.

He inhaled sharply as his bare skin met the sheets, his heart pounding to such an extent that it was audible over my own, and I smirked, putting down his drink to undo my belt. “Is this what you want, Stark? A strong man to take control and fuck you until all the thoughts are gone from that pretty little head?”

Swallowing dryly, he nodded faintly, the towel over his lap shifting minutely as his enthusiasm for the situation began to show. I grasped his thighs and jerked him closer, stepping between his legs to lean over him, one hand wrapped lightly around his throat, the other keeping me from crushing him beneath my weight as my lips ghosted over his.

He whimpered softly with desire, and my gentle, teasing resolve snapped.

My grip on his throat tightened, and I crashed my mouth against his, our kiss imbued with whisky and salted by the tears still fading from his skin. His body pressed needily against me, hands coming up to claw at my back and drag up my shirt, but I pinned his wrists over his head with a growl. “Hands to yourself until I tell you otherwise, Stark. You don’t get to touch me, or yourself, until you have my express permission. Do you understand me?”

He whined and nodded again, back arching once more, hard cock pressed into the hollow beneath my hipbone in a desperate attempt for friction. “Yes, Sir…”

I groaned as I kissed him again, shifting back to sit on the bed, moving my eyes to his body still lay prone and panting. “Well? On your knees, boy. I believe I was promised a pretty boy on my cock.”

He scrambled to kneel before me immediately, almost purring with delight as my fingers found his hair lightly, glancing to me for clarification before jerking down my jeans, pressing his lips against the outline straining in my boxers with a happy sigh. My head fell back, eyes closing in pleasure, until he pulled my underwear down, and I felt him still uncertainly. With a grin, I looked down, finding him wide-eyed and dumbstruck. “What’s wrong, pet?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever… I’ve never been with someone so… Well-equipped,” he murmured, hesitantly trailing kisses along my length, still looking somewhat perturbed by the thick cock he’d uncovered. With a smile, I smoothed my palm over his hair, gently soothing.

“Don’t think you can take it?”

He looked up at me as he reached my lightly weeping tip, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-come gathered by his lips. “I’m certainly going to try.”

With a soft moan, I watched in enraptured wonder as his lips parted, slowly taking my head into his mouth with his eyes on mine. He was clearly experienced with this, as much as my cock came as a shock – he took the majority of my length without struggling, swallowing as I entered his throat to take me deeper. Tears of pleasure pricked his eyes when I buried myself inside him, his lips strained around my cock, cheeks hollowed as he sucked at me needily. With a groan, I wrapped a hand in his hair tightly, pressing ever further, shuddering in pleasure as his nose pressed against my skin, the entirety of my length vanishing inside him delightfully. His fingers grasped at my hips, holding me to him, seemingly revelling just as much as I in his capacity for cock, before he shifted slowly, letting the base of my cock drag along his tongue as he drew back, taking in a long, starved breath before burying me inside his throat once more. A loud hiss of ecstasy sounded as my free hand joined the other, holding his head still as I shifted faster, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“That’s it; God, you’re such a good boy, Stark. I never thought you’d suck cock like such a slut – but look at you now, taking every inch like a well-trained whore…” I thrusted a little harder, one hand shifting to grasp his throat lightly, my length nudging against my palm as he swallowed around me. His fingers tightened, nails pricking my skin and spurring me on, lost in his place on his knees and subservient. “Just like that, Tony…”

All too soon, I pulled my cock free of those flushed, perfect lips, tip trailing over his skin and leaving a smear of my essence on his cheek. He whined softly, eyes opening to look up at me, but I simply smirked in response. “Oh, don’t look so worried, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet… Get on the bed.”

With a brief, startled blink of surprise, he obeyed, moving to settle nervously on the sheets, the towel still wrapped around his waist doing nothing to conceal his arousal. My hand found his jaw, thumb skimming over the smudge of pre-come on his cheek, and I smiled softly. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, lips parting to take my pad and lick his prize from my skin. “I’m just nervous.”

My grin grew bigger, and I leant in to kiss him gently. “I’ll be careful with you, my poor, fragile creature.”

He nodded and lay back, murmuring under his breath about condoms and lubricant. I explored the bedside table he gestured to, smirking at some of the other things I found nestled amongst ropes and restraints, taking a mental inventory for my absent-minded fantasies. By the time I turned back to him, condom in place and my length dripping lube, he was naked and eager, languidly stroking his cock, hand stuttering when I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you to ask permission before you touch yourself?”

His fingers released himself quickly, cheeks flaming. “I-I… I’m sorry. I forgot. It won’t happen again…” He wriggled closer, legs spreading without being told. “Please, Sir. Don’t make me wait… I need you.”

“Roll,” I grunted, waving a hand pointedly. He obliged immediately, the toned curve of his ass making my mouth water, and he shivered in delight as my slick fingers trailed over his hole, hips twitching toward my touch. “My, my, Stark… You’re a truly desperate little whore, aren’t you? I’m surprised you’ve not begged me to fuck you sooner…”

“I didn’t beg now,” he muttered, fingers curling into fists on the sheets, and I chuckled under my breath.

“Even now – your legs spread, ass so eager for my cock – you’re trying to maintain some semblance of that famous Stark pride, are you?” I tutted, enjoying the gasp and quiet moan as I slid one finger patiently inside him. “Or is it arrogance? Either way, I’m sure I can rid you of it easily enough.”

He was rutting back immediately into my touch, clearly unbothered by the single digit, so I pressed another into him quickly, earning another whine, his grip on the sheets tightening as I worked him patiently.

“I don’t b-beg,” he stammered, cheek resting on the sheets as his hips rolled in a desperate attempt to take me deeper.

“Really?” I crooned, adding a third alongside the first two, a guttural groan sounding in response as I curled them inside him.

“I-I- fuck – I’ve never begged… N-not for anyone…” His voice came out as a whimper, ragged breath rasping between his teeth as he trembled, his cock twitching between his legs as he writhed minutely. Humming thoughtfully, I moved my hand even slower, smirking as his head turned to glare at me. “Stop being a dick, Barnes. If you’re going t-to fuck me, just fuck me.”

“Beg.”

He growled in response, eyes flashing, and I smiled innocently, drawing one finger out, the other two working his stretched hole patiently. “How about now?”

“I don’t beg.”

Sighing, I removed a second, and he whined, my single digit barely registering in the loosened ring of muscle. “Are you sure?”

“I. Don’t. Beg.”

I pulled my hand free at last, metal fingers curling around his hip to hold him still as I lined myself up at his entrance and let out another quiet sigh. “That’s disappointing… But I’m sure you’ll suffice.” My tip eased inside him slowly, and he hissed, grasp tightening in the bedding, but growled when I paused.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Laughing under my breath, I began to draw back, the very end of my cock almost slipping free when he whimpered.

“Fine.”

“What was that, pet?” I smiled, leaning closer, halting my retreat as I feigned struggling to hear. “Did you say something?”

He sighed, turning his head to look at me once more where I knelt behind him, holding him tightly. “I… I said fine. I’ll beg.” I let my cock sink in another half-inch, and he shivered with delight.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I murmured, leaning forward to wrap my hand around his throat, jerking him up against my chest and pressing a delicate kiss to his sweat-damp cheek. “The better you beg, the harder I’ll fuck you. So… Beg for it like a good whore, and I’ll fuck you like one.”

I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, nodding shallowly. “P… Please, James. Sir. Please… Fuck me.” My cock shifted minutely deeper, torturously slowly, and I held back a whine of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching around my length. “Oh, f-fuck… God, Ja- Sir, fuck- your cock is so damn big… I need you to fuck me, please… Please, Sir, make me feel good… Stretch me out and pound me into the f-fucking mattress…”

I growled under my breath, fingers tightening on his throat, slowly pressing deeper inside him. “Almost there, boy… Think you can take it all?” He nodded quickly, hips twitching under the fierce vibranium grip, and I sheathed myself smoothly, earning a violent shudder and a groan of delight. “That’s it… You’re so pretty wrapped around my cock, Stark…”

I stayed almost motionless for a moment, my movements almost imperceptible, revelling in the feeling of being entirely buried inside the Great Tony Stark while he trembled and mewled like a common whore. He turned his head to meet my gaze, pupils blown wide with lust, and licked his lips. “Please… Please, Sir… You know what I need. I-I need you. You feel so good, fuck… Please just pound me with your thick cock, James. Make me feel incredible. Make me come and scream your name, please…”

Groaning with resignation, I shoved his chest back to the bed, both hands finding his hips and pulling almost entirely out before slamming back inside him, earning a yelp and gasp and whimper of utter delight, his head jerking in frantic nods. “Yes! Oh God, yes, please, James- fuck me nice and hard, make me yours-”

His words died into desperate yowls and moans as my resolve snapped and I began to work him in earnest, using every inch of my – admittedly impressive – length to make him shiver and writhe in ecstasy. Snarling under my breath, I pulled him back against me in time with my hips snapping forward, watching with satisfaction as the skin of his toned ass began to colour from my strength. His muscles were already tensing, fingers twitching with need, and I dug my nails in lightly as his lips parted once more, lost in the way his body was jerking with each thrust. “Pl- please- James- fuck- I-I need- C-can- Please-”

Smiling absently, I fucked him harder, my words coming barely audible over his desperate, garbled pleas. “Stroke that cock for me, boy. Say my name, and you can come for me.”

It barely took his fingertips brushing his length for him to yowl for me, back arching as his seed soaked the sheets, his voice cracking as he cried out with pleasure. The sound of my name falling willingly from the billionaire’s lips as I showed him a higher power was all it took for me to follow him into the abyss, grunting out my own enjoyment with a few final, rough thrusts, sending him sprawling into his own mess.

Afterwards, Tony collapsed to the sheets, his ass already showing the first signs of bruising, skin slick with sweat and his own essence. He whined softly with each breath, eyes half closed, while I hissed at the snap of the condom against my sensitive length. “Jesus, Stark… You take it well. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he mumbled agreeably, half-smiling, exhausted and placated. “… Thanks for your help. That… Yeah. Helped.” I laughed, running a fingertip over the fingernail marks still embedded on his hip. “I’m very glad. Feel free to call for me the next time you’re experiencing some… Emotional distress.” My hand found his still-damp hair, tipping his head back gently to skim my lips over his. “I like you wet and messy, Stark. You’re far more palatable when you’re begging.”

He chuckled lazily, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “’m gonna have to take another shower…” With a soft groan, he slid from the bed, dragging the sheet with him, pausing only minutely as he waved a hand over his shoulder. “… You can stay, if you like. Uh… It… Might be nice not to spend the night alone.”

The bathroom door closed behind him, and I hesitated, looking between the wood and the sheetless bed.

“… FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Where are the bedsheets?”

[1nkpen]

*Avengers playing never have I ever*

Bruce: Never have I ever seen Stark naked.

*Rhodey, Natasha, Pepper, Loki, Steve, Bucky, and Stephen all take a shot*

Tony: In my defence i have a very appealing body.

[stxar-pvnk]

I just want a scenario where, It's after civil war, Steve and the rogues are settled into the place where they argue about the accords and Tonys 15 minutes late, but since he's like the lead for the accords they all have to begrudgingly wait.

Then Tony walks in lipstick smudged, mascara on, in a black silk dress, throwing off stilletos and a curly black wig

"sorry, I was on an undercover mission" Tony says, dress still on as he takes his seat, and Steve Rogers literally gripping onto the table he was sat Infront with the others, distractedly glancing at tony, his legs in the dress, his hips, those curves.

The rogues having to repeatedly snap him out of the daze not so subtly, while the press has already written out the headline.

"hard mission or hard ex-captain? Tony stark walks in with a black silk dress on and Steve Rogers has reportedly lost his ability to speak but instead drool."

Steve wanted to crawl up and die at that moment.

And subtly, in the back hiding behind Sam is a half confused half bi crisis Bucky staring at the genius like a literal creep cause the man can see the slit of skin exposing his thigh that Bucky wanted to desperately claw at the air for.

Jesus supersoldiers and their creepy need for the man they both were down bad for.

Oh and Bucky totally got a headline of his own.

"the winter assassin. Killing for a piece of stark? The man was reported, next to his other drooling best friend, trying to revert his gaze from the delectable genius. The playboy really isn't silent."

And Tony? Well Tony knew they were staring.

And if stark came back the next meeting with his tightest fitting suit on, black and red with his hair out, curling. His lips shining with a subtle pink tinted lipgloss and his tie slightly undone, aswell as the first button..

Well. That was his deal.

Clint in the second meeting: STOP DROOLING OVER THE MAN, WE ARE TRYING TO WIN.

Steve and bucky: oh we're winning, clint, we're winning.

They were infact just referring to staring at Starks ass and not their case that they were war criminals.

[redvh205]

So, I live in a country where English isn't the first language, and there's this kid I'm tutoring and he asked me how he can best learn the language, and so I told him that it works best by reading books and watching TV in English, and he asked me whether that was what I did, and then I had to come up with an answer that didn't let on that I learned English solely by spending my entire summer doing nothing but read gay porn about Iron man

[starksgirl]

Tony: ...Barnes. why are you in my room.

Bucky trying not to seem like a total creep who broke into Tonys room

Bucky: ...th..the voices?

Tony distressed and sweating

Tony: WHAT-

[evankinkley]

it is now scientifically proven that getting an lgbtqia+ canon couple and then having them being ripped away hurts more than not having them at all.

source: me.

[soliloquent-stark]

❗they're too attractive for their own good❗

my tiktok if you're curious (but i'll probably, eventually, upload every video on here)

[tarlosmalec]

People out here really are thinking fiction means you’re writing your opinions and rubbing them on others. Especially the fanfiction.

The author made someone the antagonist? Oh they hate that character, how dare they?

The antagonist character is not white? Oh they are racist, what the heck?

The author is subtly trying to justify canon character? Oh they obviously didn’t watch the show.

The protagonists are not a canon couple? Oh they’re mortal enemies, how twisted are they to make them lovers?

It goes on and on and on. I see this in so many fandoms. Like, chill out bro! It’s fiction. You got a problem, scroll on, unless it is actually harming someone. If it’s just against your own opinion, don’t engage. Don’t bother them. Mind your business. You have a brain, so it shouldn’t be that difficult, right?

[illeaadante]

I've finally figured out my main ship type: Panther and Hummingbird.

Panther:

• tol

• dark

• laconic but dangerous

• very protective/possessive of what they deem as theirs

Hummingbird:

• smol

• bright/colorful

• constantly ready to throw hands

[lukas-dusk]

Tony : God, if only someone loved me…

Stephen : *standing behind hum with roses*

Bucky : *holding box of chocolates*

Quill : *has balloons and a card*

Pepper : *facepalms* This is sad.

[myth0mani-art]

Does anyone know any good Fanfictions including my tagged pairings/fandoms down below?

I have the urge to read but I can't find anything I'm easily hooked to at the moment, which sucks.

[3twindragons]

The whole drawing.

[skarkkk]

MCU ( MY ) SHIPPS:

Spideypool ( Not Tom's. Age gap? I am addicted. Pedo? Hell no )

Winterfalcon (SamBucky, since Sam is no longer Falcon, but love equals )

WinterIron ( i guess )

[pandagirl45]

Steve gawking at Rhodey pulling his tie off.

Bucky staring at Tony rolling up his sleeves to start working.

Natasha going for the kill when Pepper takes off her heels.

The dressing down got these strong motherfuckers stuck on stupid. Looking all love sick for their iron people. (You will not pry pepper rescue suit from me).

Natasha is the will

Bucky is shall

Steve is going to be would

The soldiers have. The irons knows their super soldiers. (You won't convince me Natasha got something running through her veins. Bruce confirmed it)

I have a dynamic running.

[morgangalaxy43]

Here are some Marvel ships that deserve more attention

I know the Winter Soldier killed Tony’s parents but hear me out Tony and Bucky both have a lot of self loathing issues and trauma but I could see them moving on from their issues with what happened in the past

Loki and Wanda could have a really interesting relationship dynamic, and they could really relate to each other with their complicated family histories and help each other with their magic

Loki and Bruce is an interesting one because I always like the idea of there being a universe where they were friends or even in a relationship because they both have a lot of parental issues and struggle with self acceptance while also being extremely intelligent and chaotic

Thor and Steve are blonde himbos but they are also really smart and protective of the people they care about and I could totally see them understanding each other and relating to each other because they are both people out of time

Jean and Ororo are great together and I love their friendship but I also like them romantically because they are omega level mutants who are super powerful but they also have a lot of compassion and love for each other

Remy with Rogue more than anything but I also think Remy and Pietro would be kind of cool especially because they are really funny and I could totally see them going to heist and movie dates together

These ships are pretty random but I love them so much

[hurtspideyparker]

I queue most of my reblogs and just for fun I shuffled them and my next several reblogs were all about different gay ships. 6 separate gay Marvel ships in the next 8 posts. Like damn I get around